Sales of one-piece ski suits were up 20 percent in the fourth quarter of 2008. That’s adult suits, people. In America. Not France. And if you think the numbers are whack because there are so few jumpsuits sold, like they went from four units sold to five, rethink yourself: The total sales of one baggers in September through December was…70,000. That’s, um, 574 a day. Overall apparel sales were down three percent. Dear god, think what they would have been without les sacs.
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You come across any fantastic ones… I’m on the lookout for a one-piece for my bike commute. But it has to be bright!!!
Are you kidding??? I want one!
Les sacs!!! Viva Les sacs! Steve, this post is not only hilarious, but it is definitely a hip check to the industry – it’s the spiral of the fashion life (which can spiral like a toilet flushing).
I say we embrace it. I live in Durango, and we are proud of the fact that we are comprise the dirt-hole center of poor fashion choices. In fact, there are still several fifty-somethings at Purgatory and Wolf Creek rockin Southwestern Obermeyer suits circa 1985… If this brings in more people to the hill (folks de sac) – bring em on!
Boy, you really missed the mark on this one, Casimiro. Without the proliferation of one-piece suits, where will we be in 20 years?
Without neon and one-pieces, so much joy would be robbed from closing day parties, Aspen Extreme apres, and the occasional fully-clothed dip in the ’70s hot tub. I’m not so embarrassed to say that my Fera, in-the-boot, suspender one-piece has quite a following of its own in these parts. (Photos exist, but they’re extra.)
In the name of all that is unflattering and impractical, I say keep ‘em coming. A mountain town thrift shop without a one-piece is a very sad place, indeed.